“I’m staying tonight, so that’s a start,” I say, trying to lighten the intensity of this moment. I’m not comfortable with talking about the future. I like to take it one day at a time and see what happens, no expectations. I know that’s not how he operates or, at least, that’s not how he’s been with me. He wants to tell me how it’s going to be and he wants me to do as he says. I’m not sure how that’s going to work out for him, but I do know it will be interesting.
“So what did you make me for dinner?” I ask as I pull out of his arms. He reaches down and picks up my bag before answering me.
“I made baked manicotti, garlic bread, and a salad. Does that meet with your approval, my love?” My love? As much as him calling me that freaks me the fuck out, there’s a part of me that feels all warm and fuzzy from it.
“Yum, I love manicotti.”
“Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. There’s wine on the coffee table for you. I’m going to put your bag in my room.” As he walks away, I take the opportunity to check out the way his jeans perfectly hug the contours of his delectable ass. His back and shoulders look so broad, the muscles flexing beneath his light blue tee shirt as he moves. I smile to myself knowing that I’ll be gripping onto those shoulders, later on tonight as he thrusts into me. I take a sip of wine to cool myself off from the heated direction my thoughts were taking me.
“Are you hungry?” He asks as he walks back into the living room. Not for food…I need to behave or we won’t get to enjoy the meal he cooked for me.
“I’m starving. I didn’t have a chance to eat lunch today. I went to the library to get some extra studying in. I didn’t want to be bothered with school stuff while I’m here.” He stands in front of me and holds out his hand to help me get up from the sectional.
“I guess I better feed you then. You’ll need your strength for later, doll.” I squeeze his hand in acknowledgment of what he said.
“Is that a threat?” I coyly ask. He flashes a wolfish grin at me.
“It’s a promise.” He winks at me as he pulls out my chair for me to sit down in. I love that his manners are so impeccable. It makes me feel appreciated when a guy is thoughtful enough to care about the simple gestures and that’s the definition of a true gentleman.
He places the baking dish of ricotta filled pasta on a trivet, in the middle of the rectangular dining table. It’s piping hot from the oven, cheese bubbling on the edges and steam rising from it. He places a small bowl of salad in front of me and a basket of bread close by.” The plain white dinner plates stand out against the darkness of the black linen placemats. There are matching cloth napkins underneath the silverware and he has white candles of varying height, lit for ambiance.
“What would you like to drink, love? I have water, wine, beer or soda.” I don’t really feel like drinking tonight. I want to remember everything that takes place later and I definitely don’t need the liquid courage...I’m feeling pretty frisky.
“I would love some water, please.” He brings me a crystal glass full of ice water.
“Thank you.” I smile at him as I take the drink from him, placing it down next to me. “Wow, this looks amazing Garrett. I think you thought of everything.” He looks proudly around the table. “I’m so glad you’re here. I really did miss you the past couple of days.” He leans down and gently kisses my lips.
“I missed you too. I’m happy to be here now.” He caresses my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Dig in doll, I have dessert for you too.” I can’t tell if he really has dessert or if he’s making a sexual reference.
“Are you the dessert?” I ask him, teasingly. “I think you would be my favorite dessert.” I take a bite of my salad as he groans.
“Jesus, Shelby. You can’t say stuff like that. Now I’m hard as a rock and ready for you to have dessert.” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I giggle. He sits down across from me and begins to serve up the meal. The portion he plates for me is large and my eyes get big as I look at it.
“You can’t seriously think that I can eat all that. I know my appetite is impressive at times, but I’m not that much of a pig.” He laughs at me as he slices the loaf of garlic bread. His hands are strong and sure as he manipulates the knife, evenly through the bread. I can’t help but think about how amazing his fingers will feel trailing over my body. I take a sip of my water and try to focus on the meal before me.
“You don’t have to clean your plate. Just eat what you can.”
The rest of the meal passes with very little conversation. I’m shoveling the food into my mouth like it’s my last meal. It’s so good, but there’s no way I can finish what’s on my plate. I put my fork down and lean back in my chair, groaning.
“I can’t eat another bite right now. I’m totally beached, but it was so worth it. Where did you learn to cook so well?” He takes a sip of beer before answering me.
“My grandmother used to have me help her cook a big family dinner every Sunday afternoon. I learned how to feed upwards of twenty people at a time.” He smiles, lost in thought for a moment. “She was an amazing woman.”
“How long ago did she pass away?” I ask.
“She’s only been gone for a few years now. Sometimes it seems like an eternity and other times I’d swear it’s only been a short while. She had the best smile...it could light up the entire room.” Now I know where he must get his beaming smile from. He probably doesn’t realize it, but his smile does the exact same thing. It’s like he sets off a chain reaction of smiles every time he flashes it in class.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” I squeeze his hand in sympathy.
“No, don’t be sorry. She had a long life, filled with love. She’s probably up in heaven spreading her happiness as we speak.” He stands up and starts to clear away the dishes. I push my chair back and carry my plate and glass to the kitchen.
“Hey, you’re my guest, you’re not supposed to be helping. Put that stuff down on the counter and get out of my kitchen. I’ve got this. Go get comfy on the couch and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done in here.”
“Yes, sir.” I grin and salute him before walking away.
“I could get used to you calling me that, you know.” He smirks before he turns and starts loading up the dishwasher. I smack him on his ass as I walk by.
“Maybe I’ll make you call me mistress,” I say haughtily, swinging my hips as I continue on out of the kitchen. I can hear him chuckle over the sound of running water as he rinses our plates off.
I sit down on the couch and snuggle into the corner, kicking my sneakers off before tucking my legs under me. I lay my head on the cushioned armrest and close my eyes, feeling relaxed and content. I’m almost asleep when Garrett scoops me up in his arms and place me sideways on his lap; gently cradling my head against his chest.
“Do you want some strawberry shortcake? I made it just for you.” I nuzzle my nose against his neck and breathe in his delicious scent. He smells like a mix of his woodsy cologne and a clean soapy smell. I wish I could bottle his scent and pull it out whenever I need a fix.
I slide off his lap and kneel next to him, leaning in to kiss and nibble on his lower ear. I pause and whisper in his ear.
“The only thing I want for dessert is you.” He groans as I climb on top of his lap, straddling his legs. I lick and bite down the chord of his neck before licking my way back up to kiss his lips. He crushes his mouth against mine and thrusts his tongue roughly between my lips. I reach down and grab the bottom of his tee, slowly pulling it up until we have to part our lips in order to remove it. Once it’s off, I run my hands down his chest and over his stomach, followed by my lips, kissing all over his washboard abs. I take the time to lick each divot and crevice as I go, making him groan in pleasure. I look up at him as I undo the snap on his jeans and find his eyes heated with desire. His head rests back on the couch as I slowly pull his zipper down. His breaths are coming faster now and his hands are clenched into tight fists. I tug on both sides o
f his pants to pull them down.
“Lift your hips and help me get these off of you. I don’t want anything in my way.” He raises up as I pull both his jeans and boxer briefs all the way down and over his feet before throwing them to the floor. I push his legs apart and crawl on my knees between them. I can feel the edge of the couch cushion against my ribs as I lean forward and teasingly blow on his hard cock. I take him in my hand, gripping him tightly at the base, before sliding my hand up and down a few times, enjoying the smooth texture of him in my fist. He groans out loud as I lick along the underside, from the bottom to his glistening tip. His hips jerk as I swirl my tongue around and over the head of his cock, licking away the salty drop of moisture gathering there.
“Mmm, you taste so good, just like I imagined.” I wrap my mouth around him and slide down as far as I can go, licking and sucking at the same time. He gasps and lifts his hips up toward my mouth. I smile around him, loving that I can make him react this way. His hands slide into my hair as he says my name in a delicious, husky voice. I tighten my hand around him and use it along with my mouth, raising up higher on my knees for a better angle. I keep varying the speed and suction as I go. I’m bringing him right to the edge and then pulling back, teasing him and prolonging his orgasm.
“Shelby...so…good...don’t...stop. His words are stilted and broken and his breaths are leaving him in a deep, rapid, panting succession. I increase the speed of my movements, cupping his balls in my hand and pressing on the area just behind them. His hands grip my hair as I quickly move up and down, humming as I go. It’s only a matter of seconds before he reaches his limit.
“I’m gonna come.” He warns me but I want him to finish in my mouth...I want to swallow everything that he gives me. He cries out my name as his release hits the back of my throat. I swallow and slide my mouth off of him, licking his cock clean. His breathing is labored as I rub my hands up and down his thighs.
“Shelby, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” He sits up, gripping each of my arms. “I want you spread out, naked on my bed, now,” He orders his voice deep with need.
I stand up and hold my hand out for him to take as he rises from the couch and he surprises me when he scoops me up in his arms. He carries me to his bedroom and once we’re through the door, he spins me around, pressing me up against the cool hard wall. Our bodies are as close as possible, my legs around his hips, as he takes both of my hands in one of his, trapping them both above my head. My breath nervously leaves me with a gasp.
"Do you remember when I told you these lips are mine, Shelby?"
“Yes,” I whisper.
"They belong to me and only me,” He says, his voice gritty with passion. He slides his free hand into the back of my hair, tugging my head back before roughly taking my mouth with his. His tongue caresses mine and my need for him is so strong I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“I can’t get enough of this mouth, I fantasize about it all the time," He whispers as he places quick biting kisses there, causing a tingling and burning sensation. “I’ve never seen anything hotter than when your lips were wrapped around my cock.” I’m panting with need now. If I don’t feel him inside me soon, I may explode.
“Let go of my hands...I have to touch you.” He releases his grip and my fingers instantly rake through his thick, wavy hair. His hands roam over my hips and down to cup my ass, forcefully pulling me against his erection. I moan into his mouth as my hands begin a journey of their own, sliding down his chest and back up around his neck. He begins moving across the room, carrying me to his bed, gently laying me on top of his soft sheets, before covering my body with his. He raises my shirt up, slipping it over my head before, his fingers trail lightly over the skin of my stomach and circle my belly button. His head lowers and my breath halts for a moment as his tongue licks along the edge of my yoga pants.
“You’re so beautiful,” He says, brushing teasing kisses up my stomach before licking my nipple through the sheer material of my bra. My fingers clench in his hair as he undoes the front clasp of my bra, slowly spreading it open before gently licking each nipple. My back arches toward him and I clasp his head to my chest. He forcefully begins sucking on my nipples and the pleasure is just on the verge of painful. My legs wrap around his waist and I raise my hips to rub against him. I need friction and an orgasm...now. His mouth remains on my breasts as he pushes down my yoga pants and panties until I can kick them clear off of my legs. His hand slips down my stomach, moving lower and lower until his fingers are rubbing through my slit.
“You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you. I’ve wanted to be inside your pussy since the first time I saw you.”
“Garrett, I want you. Please.” He moves above me and looks into my eyes, searchingly.
“Are you sure, doll? I can wait as long as you need me to.” I grab onto his hips and pull them into mine.
“Yes, I want you now...please.” He reaches in his nightstand drawer, pulls out a condom and tears the wrapper open with his teeth. His capable hand rolls it on the impressive length of his cock before he’s pressing between my legs. His eyes heatedly lock onto mine as he thrusts inside me for the first time and it feels so amazing that we both groan. His hips move slowly at first and his mouth moves from my lips to my neck with soft, tender kisses. Wow, sex has never felt this incredible before. He grabs onto his headboard and thrusts inside me quicker, increasing the speed of his strokes until he’s taking me harder and faster than I’ve ever been taken before. He’s fucking the memory of the few that came before him, right out of my head. His hand slides between our bodies and circles my clit in time with his pounding hips. I can feel my orgasm building.
“You are so fucking wet and hot around my cock. I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside you.”
“Don’t stop Garrett, I’m so close.” I pant out.
He powerfully thrusts his hips a few more times before we crash into simultaneous orgasms that seem to go on and on. He collapses on my chest while we hold each other for a minute and try to regain control of our breathing.
“That was the most amazing sexual experience of my life, Shelby.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, feeling exhausted, sated and loved as I fall asleep in his arms.
***
I wake up to the smell of bacon…is there any better way to wake up? Morning sex is great, but nothing beats the aroma and taste of some of its crispy goodness. When I open my eyes, I find Garrett sitting on the bed beside me, waving a piece under my nose. I open my mouth as he holds it up for me to bite. It’s still warm and it’s cooked to perfection.
“Yummm. It’s so good. Please tell me that’s not the last piece.” I raise my clasped hands up in front of me like I’m praying. He leans over and kisses my lips.
“There’s a whole bunch more waiting for you in the kitchen. I made you some eggs and toast also.” I throw my arms around him and squeal with excitement.
“Thank you. I love breakfast.”
“I can tell,” he laughs.
He leans over and pulls the covers off of me, revealing my naked body.
“That may have been a mistake on my part,” He says as he slowly looks my body over, adjusting himself through his pajama bottoms. He walks over to his bureau and takes out a white tee shirt for me to wear. He brings it to me and pulls it on over my head. I slide my arms through the short sleeves before getting out of his bed. I have to search around on the floor for a moment, to find my black panties I had on last night. His shirt is long enough to cover me to mid-thigh and it smells just like him. There’s no way he’s getting this back. I’m keeping it so I can sleep in it on the nights I’m at my place.
“Come on, let’s get you fed.” He holds my hand and we walk to the kitchen together. “Let’s eat at the bar.”
“Sounds good to me,” I say as I climb up on the barstool. The wood of the seat is cold against the back of my thighs and I shift my weight until I’m comfortably sit
uated. He passes me a plate of bacon, eggs and toast and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
“I don’t know if this relationship will work for me,” I say, glancing at him. He has a concerned look on his face as he waits for me to continue. “Your cooking is too good and I’m going to gain too much weight if you keep spoiling me.” He laughs, looking relieved. He gazes at me and his eyes sparkle mischievously.
“I’ll help you get plenty of exercise.”
Chapter - Ten
Mid November 2012
The past few weeks have absolutely flown by. Garrett and I have been spending a lot of time together and things are great between us. So far he’s been very understanding about my need to have my own space. I’ve been sleeping over his condo on the weekends and staying at my place during the week. He’s been cooking me dinner every Wednesday night, as well. If he can continue to be patient with me and not push for more, then I can see us lasting indefinitely. I really care about him, but I’m not willing to label what my feelings for him are. He hasn’t told me he loves me, probably because he’s afraid I’ll run screaming out the door. He shows me how much he cares about me through the sweet things he does and the romantic things he says. I’ve never been with anyone like him. He showers me with compliments and he always makes me feel like I’m the most important thing in the world to him.
We’re sitting on my couch watching DVR episodes of Suits and my mind is wandering and thinking about the fact that Thanksgiving is next week. Garrett hasn’t mentioned what his plans for the holiday are. I know my father is expecting me at home for the weekend and I also know that all of my brothers will be there. As much as I’d like to spend the day with him, I actually prefer we do our own thing instead. It’ll be easier than having to deal with all four of my brothers giving him the third degree. Plus, I just don’t feel like I’m ready to introduce him to my family and it may be a while before I want to. I hope he can be understanding about that.
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